anauel.
@lenivento.bsky.social
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anauel.
@lenivento.bsky.social
· Nov 10
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𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴, 𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩...
𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ANAUEL, THE GENTLE WIND
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ #ULTRAKILLRP | #MVRP
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𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴, 𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩...
𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ANAUEL, THE GENTLE WIND
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ #ULTRAKILLRP | #MVRP
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BUT WHEN YOU FIGHT,
YOU'LL FIGHT ALONE.
YOU'LL FIGHT ALONE.
October 31, 2025 at 5:37 AM
BUT WHEN YOU FIGHT,
YOU'LL FIGHT ALONE.
YOU'LL FIGHT ALONE.
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CAN YOU OPEN YOUR EYES?
SEE THE BLOOD'S ON THE GROUND?
CAN'T YOU HEAR THEM CALLING OUT?
SEE THE BLOOD'S ON THE GROUND?
CAN'T YOU HEAR THEM CALLING OUT?
October 31, 2025 at 10:31 AM
CAN YOU OPEN YOUR EYES?
SEE THE BLOOD'S ON THE GROUND?
CAN'T YOU HEAR THEM CALLING OUT?
SEE THE BLOOD'S ON THE GROUND?
CAN'T YOU HEAR THEM CALLING OUT?
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WHEN THE BLOOD WASHES OVER ME,
GOD I HOPE IT CAN WASH THIS BLOOD FROM MY HANDS.
GOD I HOPE IT CAN WASH THIS BLOOD FROM MY HANDS.
October 31, 2025 at 11:04 AM
WHEN THE BLOOD WASHES OVER ME,
GOD I HOPE IT CAN WASH THIS BLOOD FROM MY HANDS.
GOD I HOPE IT CAN WASH THIS BLOOD FROM MY HANDS.
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It is bearing down on me.
October 31, 2025 at 3:07 PM
It is bearing down on me.
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[ drying his wings of blood. scouting gluttony gets fairly... messy. ]
October 30, 2025 at 1:04 PM
[ drying his wings of blood. scouting gluttony gets fairly... messy. ]
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You are agony. A numbing arm. A parched throat. An open wound. Your soul forced back into existence. ‘I love you.’
October 7, 2025 at 11:03 AM
You are agony. A numbing arm. A parched throat. An open wound. Your soul forced back into existence. ‘I love you.’
fear and adrenaline guide you, now. this is the path — the only plausible path, really — that you can pave. this /is/ you, now, and you have to stick with it.
the archangel treads with shaky hooves to the foot of the stairs.
the archangel treads with shaky hooves to the foot of the stairs.
"Great!"
With a wave of her hand, the basement around them shifts, assembling an exit behind the angel.
"After you~!"
She gestures for him to take the newly-formed staircase.
With a wave of her hand, the basement around them shifts, assembling an exit behind the angel.
"After you~!"
She gestures for him to take the newly-formed staircase.
like a spark hitting gasoline, his hands clench; his porcelain arm is somehow revealed, here, and the tension he manifests forces a slight crack along the forearm.
he finds the courage to speak,
“i‐i—”
no, no. you can’t. you /can’t/ kill her. you’ll die. you’ll /die./
“i’ll... set you f-free.”
he finds the courage to speak,
“i‐i—”
no, no. you can’t. you /can’t/ kill her. you’ll die. you’ll /die./
“i’ll... set you f-free.”
October 5, 2025 at 7:39 AM
fear and adrenaline guide you, now. this is the path — the only plausible path, really — that you can pave. this /is/ you, now, and you have to stick with it.
the archangel treads with shaky hooves to the foot of the stairs.
the archangel treads with shaky hooves to the foot of the stairs.
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Now listen to me young angel. I am talking directly into your ear now. I need you to do me a favor. You will do this for me. I need you to go to the cabin and I need you to tell the bastard narrating there that you're freeing the Princess. If you come back emptyhanded you'll be in big trouble. You'l
[ standing up from the computer ] i ddon't think i can play this game anymore
October 5, 2025 at 7:05 AM
Now listen to me young angel. I am talking directly into your ear now. I need you to do me a favor. You will do this for me. I need you to go to the cabin and I need you to tell the bastard narrating there that you're freeing the Princess. If you come back emptyhanded you'll be in big trouble. You'l
[ standing up from the computer ] i ddon't think i can play this game anymore
October 5, 2025 at 7:02 AM
[ standing up from the computer ] i ddon't think i can play this game anymore
(( Trexx Lied. She got One new thing
(( anyway. beat the game once. i think i accidently got, like, most of the new content right away. oops
October 5, 2025 at 6:52 AM
(( Trexx Lied. She got One new thing
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you made it this far. you have to get up.
October 5, 2025 at 6:47 AM
you made it this far. you have to get up.
(( anyway. beat the game once. i think i accidently got, like, most of the new content right away. oops
October 5, 2025 at 6:34 AM
(( anyway. beat the game once. i think i accidently got, like, most of the new content right away. oops
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Turn from the ruin. Turn and go *forward*.
October 4, 2025 at 7:06 PM
Turn from the ruin. Turn and go *forward*.
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BUT EACH OF US WAS BORN TO DIE.
October 3, 2025 at 9:51 PM
BUT EACH OF US WAS BORN TO DIE.
like a spark hitting gasoline, his hands clench; his porcelain arm is somehow revealed, here, and the tension he manifests forces a slight crack along the forearm.
he finds the courage to speak,
“i‐i—”
no, no. you can’t. you /can’t/ kill her. you’ll die. you’ll /die./
“i’ll... set you f-free.”
he finds the courage to speak,
“i‐i—”
no, no. you can’t. you /can’t/ kill her. you’ll die. you’ll /die./
“i’ll... set you f-free.”
If she had a brow, it'd furrow. She snaps her fingers in front of his face.
"Helloooo? I asked you a question. I'm guessing you're here to free me, since you don't have a weapon."
She straightens up.
"Or you're some kind of freak who wants to kill me with his bare hands."
"Helloooo? I asked you a question. I'm guessing you're here to free me, since you don't have a weapon."
She straightens up.
"Or you're some kind of freak who wants to kill me with his bare hands."
let her out? that seems simple enough.
...but he has a bad feeling. besides the sinking weight and metaphorical needles, there’s something else: a little voice at the back of his mind.
𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘦𝘳.
that’s impossible. you couldn’t move, even if you wanted to.
...but he has a bad feeling. besides the sinking weight and metaphorical needles, there’s something else: a little voice at the back of his mind.
𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘦𝘳.
that’s impossible. you couldn’t move, even if you wanted to.
October 4, 2025 at 6:54 AM
like a spark hitting gasoline, his hands clench; his porcelain arm is somehow revealed, here, and the tension he manifests forces a slight crack along the forearm.
he finds the courage to speak,
“i‐i—”
no, no. you can’t. you /can’t/ kill her. you’ll die. you’ll /die./
“i’ll... set you f-free.”
he finds the courage to speak,
“i‐i—”
no, no. you can’t. you /can’t/ kill her. you’ll die. you’ll /die./
“i’ll... set you f-free.”
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YOU ARE NOT HIM.
HIS FIGHT'S NOT YOURS.
HIS FIGHT'S NOT YOURS.
October 4, 2025 at 1:20 AM
YOU ARE NOT HIM.
HIS FIGHT'S NOT YOURS.
HIS FIGHT'S NOT YOURS.
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But even though you can't go back,
You change the path by choosing to move on.
You change the path by choosing to move on.
October 4, 2025 at 3:06 AM
But even though you can't go back,
You change the path by choosing to move on.
You change the path by choosing to move on.
(( trexx plays stp tomorrow. finally
October 4, 2025 at 5:35 AM
(( trexx plays stp tomorrow. finally
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Do you... still care about me?
September 30, 2025 at 12:35 PM
Do you... still care about me?
let her out? that seems simple enough.
...but he has a bad feeling. besides the sinking weight and metaphorical needles, there’s something else: a little voice at the back of his mind.
𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘦𝘳.
that’s impossible. you couldn’t move, even if you wanted to.
...but he has a bad feeling. besides the sinking weight and metaphorical needles, there’s something else: a little voice at the back of his mind.
𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘦𝘳.
that’s impossible. you couldn’t move, even if you wanted to.
Mock surprise.
"You don't know?"
As the entity flickers out again, it quickly reappears. Closer.
"There's only two reasons I can think of that might bring someone here. One is to kill me, and that isn't very nice. The other is to let me out."
She tilts her head.
"So. What's it gonna be?"
"You don't know?"
As the entity flickers out again, it quickly reappears. Closer.
"There's only two reasons I can think of that might bring someone here. One is to kill me, and that isn't very nice. The other is to let me out."
She tilts her head.
"So. What's it gonna be?"
/break in?/ he doesn’t even know how he /got/ here. plumage fading to a deep indigo, he swallows.
“you misunderstand. i don’t—i don’t know why i’m here.”
“you misunderstand. i don’t—i don’t know why i’m here.”
September 25, 2025 at 2:51 AM
let her out? that seems simple enough.
...but he has a bad feeling. besides the sinking weight and metaphorical needles, there’s something else: a little voice at the back of his mind.
𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘦𝘳.
that’s impossible. you couldn’t move, even if you wanted to.
...but he has a bad feeling. besides the sinking weight and metaphorical needles, there’s something else: a little voice at the back of his mind.
𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘦𝘳.
that’s impossible. you couldn’t move, even if you wanted to.
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is it really such a crime for an angel to speak his mind ?
September 25, 2025 at 1:48 AM
is it really such a crime for an angel to speak his mind ?
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Are you still there? Are you still you?
September 24, 2025 at 11:17 PM
Are you still there? Are you still you?
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Consumption and betrayal. Skepticism and blind devotion. Rivalry and submission. Terror and longing. Pain and unfamiliarity. And at the heart of it all, an emotion that can only be described as—
September 24, 2025 at 11:46 PM
Consumption and betrayal. Skepticism and blind devotion. Rivalry and submission. Terror and longing. Pain and unfamiliarity. And at the heart of it all, an emotion that can only be described as—